Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT
Author's Note: I came up with another idea, darn me.... so here's another fic....
A Little About The Story- THis is in the faaaaaaaarrr future, as in when you drive in the street during the summer,
you're in a tunnel that has the a/c running... haha... and this story is WAY WAY WAY different from the DB/Z/GT plot
lines... ^_^;;; But the races are mostly still the same, like there is the Saiyans and humans and what not.
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Project 287
"Professor, do you honestly believe this is such a good idea?" An assisstant asked as she read over the paperwork.
Professor Briefs held his hand up to silence her as he circled the large tube and intensly studied the being that was locked
inside.
"Dad," The blue haired beauty said as the doors opened and she stepped inside, her blue eyes sharp, "The Saiyans will
be... you're going to release it?" She stepped closer and looked at the being inside.
"It's a girl, Bulma," Professor Briefs said, "If I do release her she'll need a name..."
Bulma put her finger to her chin as if in deep thought, "How 'bout... Chichi?" She asked.
"Sounds acceptable," The Professor circled the tube once more.
"What exactly is she?" Bulma asked, "I mean, I know you spent a lot of time on her so she'd look human and all..."
"Marcy, please show Bulma the paper work and explain to her," Professor Briefs said, "I'm going to do a few more
calculations before I make my decision."
"... Project 287 is not a robot but a man made human," Marcy handed Bulma some papers, "She can bleed, think for herself,
learn things, and is made to fight. She is stronger than the average human, but we made her so she could not feel emotions. Whether
or not this was for the best I am unsure of, but she incapable of feeling. Her blood is not red, but blue to let others know she is
not human. Project 287 is able to talk and understand all the languages of the universe, she is programmed to know what sign language
is and how to read it. She has night vision and is programmed to know how to shoot any gun, use any sword, and fight with any weapon."
"It says here that she will only listen to her creators," Bulma said, "So she will only listen to my Father?"
"That is correct, however she is also programmed to listen to you since you are the only daughter of the Professor," Marcy looked
at the female in the tube.
"Alright, I'll awaken her," Professor Briefs stood up, "She might come in handy if those Saiyans try anything." He pushed a red button
on the desk and the water began to drain from the tube. Wires that were connected to the female being began to disappear. However, the female
did not open her eyes. SHe remained in the position she was kept in, arms crossed, legs straight, long black hair down.
"Hm, guess she's a failure," Bulma said while stepped closer to the tube, "She needs some clothes though, it's kinda wrong to have her
like that..."
"I don't understand how she could not work," The Professor said, "Every calculation is correct! There should be no malfunctions." He quickly
walked over to the tube, "Stupid machine!!!" He kicked the tube in anger and began to storm around.
"Dad..." Bulma looked a bit surprised, but her Father kept on yelling, "DAD! Look!" He turned around and the female's eyelids were moving from
eye movement.
"I don't make junk! Don't be stupid! WAKE UP!" THe Professor yelled. That's when her black eyes fluttered open and the room fell quiet.
Author's Note: What'd you think?!?!?! HEHE... thanks for the reviews on my stories, and this one too!!!!! ^_^
Author's Note: I came up with another idea, darn me.... so here's another fic....
A Little About The Story- THis is in the faaaaaaaarrr future, as in when you drive in the street during the summer,
you're in a tunnel that has the a/c running... haha... and this story is WAY WAY WAY different from the DB/Z/GT plot
lines... ^_^;;; But the races are mostly still the same, like there is the Saiyans and humans and what not.
~~~~~~~
Project 287
"Professor, do you honestly believe this is such a good idea?" An assisstant asked as she read over the paperwork.
Professor Briefs held his hand up to silence her as he circled the large tube and intensly studied the being that was locked
inside.
"Dad," The blue haired beauty said as the doors opened and she stepped inside, her blue eyes sharp, "The Saiyans will
be... you're going to release it?" She stepped closer and looked at the being inside.
"It's a girl, Bulma," Professor Briefs said, "If I do release her she'll need a name..."
Bulma put her finger to her chin as if in deep thought, "How 'bout... Chichi?" She asked.
"Sounds acceptable," The Professor circled the tube once more.
"What exactly is she?" Bulma asked, "I mean, I know you spent a lot of time on her so she'd look human and all..."
"Marcy, please show Bulma the paper work and explain to her," Professor Briefs said, "I'm going to do a few more
calculations before I make my decision."
"... Project 287 is not a robot but a man made human," Marcy handed Bulma some papers, "She can bleed, think for herself,
learn things, and is made to fight. She is stronger than the average human, but we made her so she could not feel emotions. Whether
or not this was for the best I am unsure of, but she incapable of feeling. Her blood is not red, but blue to let others know she is
not human. Project 287 is able to talk and understand all the languages of the universe, she is programmed to know what sign language
is and how to read it. She has night vision and is programmed to know how to shoot any gun, use any sword, and fight with any weapon."
"It says here that she will only listen to her creators," Bulma said, "So she will only listen to my Father?"
"That is correct, however she is also programmed to listen to you since you are the only daughter of the Professor," Marcy looked
at the female in the tube.
"Alright, I'll awaken her," Professor Briefs stood up, "She might come in handy if those Saiyans try anything." He pushed a red button
on the desk and the water began to drain from the tube. Wires that were connected to the female being began to disappear. However, the female
did not open her eyes. SHe remained in the position she was kept in, arms crossed, legs straight, long black hair down.
"Hm, guess she's a failure," Bulma said while stepped closer to the tube, "She needs some clothes though, it's kinda wrong to have her
like that..."
"I don't understand how she could not work," The Professor said, "Every calculation is correct! There should be no malfunctions." He quickly
walked over to the tube, "Stupid machine!!!" He kicked the tube in anger and began to storm around.
"Dad..." Bulma looked a bit surprised, but her Father kept on yelling, "DAD! Look!" He turned around and the female's eyelids were moving from
eye movement.
"I don't make junk! Don't be stupid! WAKE UP!" THe Professor yelled. That's when her black eyes fluttered open and the room fell quiet.
Author's Note: What'd you think?!?!?! HEHE... thanks for the reviews on my stories, and this one too!!!!! ^_^
